WARNING ⚠️✨
This writer has been trapped in reality for too long and felt the need to escape.
Hey, there! I'm just the girl who bought two blank canvases months ago and hadn't been able to make use of it. The ideas were there, the desire was there, but I couldn't make myself to unwrap the canvases I have. Instead, I had it buried under tons of reading/studying materials on the table.
Dang! I couldn't let myself waste the chance I have to enjoy life. And so I lifted the curse! I ripped off, unwrapping the canvas, took out my paints and brushes.
And would you look at that beautiful wooden palette covered in paint (and a little bit of dust haha), and the deformed tin tubes of paint marked from my own squeezes maaaaaany months ago.
I didn't want to put much pressure on myself for this painting. I just wanted to enjoy it and let the process take me to somewhere else I rather be. Oh, that sounded like a song, right? Haha.
One thing I never regret having in my painting process was adding the underpainting. It was the beginning of putting my ideas on the surface, making it invisible to others, yet visible enough for me. By the look of the underpaint, will you be able to take a guess of what I am creating? I bet you can't.
What I like about painting is that it takes you to different stages like an analogy of life itself. You encounter doubt in your decisions, anxiety that things might not work out, and then, you decide to step out for a moment and get back to it with a fresh start, viewing what's going on through a new perspective. And that's when you start seeing it's beauty and you begin to appreciate everything.
For me, that is how life in general. We add too much pressure on ourselves that we end up overlooking the tiny beautiful things that were supposed to be appreciated. We would at times, take it for granted as we dwell too much on something bigger that isn't even there yet.
We might either focus too much on the end result of the piece or appreciate the process, like by taking breaks, taking notes of the tiny little mess we've made.
Like what I did! Instead of worrying too much of how the painting will turn out, I took the time to scan the area—muddied paint water inside the glass, paintbrushes covered in paints all over the place, and fresh remnants of paints on the wooden palette.
There I realized that the painting wasn't the only piece I was creating after all, but the whole process was the entirety of it.
A little information about the painting I made before I end this :
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It's a painting of my favorite flowers, daisies. I was in a cafe when I saw the flowers and took photos of it. And now, I turned the photos into something else that is filled with feelings and soul.
